Wobbly Doxology

Praise boss when morning work bells chime;

Praise him for chunks of overtime,

Praise him whose bloody wars we fight,

Praise him, fat leech and parasite.

Praise Robertson, the people’s mayor

Who says that life is always fair?

Your vote don’t mean that much, you see:

‘Cause you ain’t got the dough-re-mi.

Praise Vision’s view of homes for all:

A cardboard box behind the mall

These condos may have quite the view

But sorry, scum, they’re not for you.

Praise City Council’s clever lies

All rolled up in one nice surprise

It’s “homes for all” our marching cry;

Then, “scram bum, hit the streets and die”

Praise Goldcorp for enlightened greed

‘Cause money’s all you really need

To earn yourself a BFA

And wipe the stain of blood away.

Praise SFU for being astute

A high class corporate prostitute;

Your honour was your sacrifice,

So now let’s haggle over price.

Praise Stephen Harper

Who’d condone no coalition but his own

Reform, alliance and PC

The same old mob, C-R-A-P